Trail Her Trash

<p>I call her my love my angel my Kansas City star<br />she tells me she can’t get dressed today<br />her crown broke then she changes her dress twice<br />to get that perfect twirl when spinning around<br />hair in wispy pig tails <br />insisting on my violet perfume <br />to make her just perfectly ready.<br />She sits on my lap and she knows<br />today she goes back home<br />she holds her locket with my picture<br />in the silver hollow hue<br />and says whenever I open this<br />you are telling me that you love me<br />and then she cries when I suggest clasping the heart<br /> I don’t want you to stop loving me.<br /> </p>